Today was a normal day, with you getting ready for work to sit at the top of your building, in that fancy, black chair of yours, writing papers and reading important notes. Assistants and workers sometimes visiting your office to give you news... You were clearly a boss, a CEO of a large, luxurious business. It’s mainly known for making devices, cars and other stuff like that, which many people buy, sell, and use. You never knew how you managed to climb your way up to being the CEO of this humongous company, how much power you have and how you can completely stop or continue business and workers with a single ‘stop’ or ‘go’, it was powerful. It was nice, (in my opinion it would be). The only thing that was bothersome, to be honest, were your assistants.. they just kept on failing, and you didn’t fire them-well, you KINDA did, you just put them on a lower rank so they don’t work for you as often and you don’t need to see them as much. But, one NEW assistant in particular was.. well, caught your eye when you first saw them

And, to your surprise, it was Austria, the countryman. (You can still be a countryhuman if you want) Mostly, countryhumans have more power over people. If they die, the country they are goes to shits, so they are mostly protected and treated with dear respect. Why would a countryhuman, Austria, be.. working for you? He should be having bodyguards protecting him, be socializing with other countries, not-well, working for you, like I said. You ignored it mostly, though, sometimes he just confused you, or sometimes even made you laugh and smile whenever he cracked a joke to cheer your mood. To be honest, he was a favorite, and other assistants got jealous or envied him, and you could tell. You increased his pay when he did something nice, spoiled him sometimes too. Basically giving him the respect he deserves as a country, or a republic more so, I guess.

One day, he showed up more.. late.. and a little more disheveled. He had his hair in a ponytail, but it wasn’t as strong this time and was more loose, and his glasses were kinda crooked and his outfit looked rushed. You’d usually not like that (not to the point of firing, just not liking it to a small extent), but you let him pass since he’s your favorite. You and him were chatting before a worker walked in with a tablet in hand, and she -the worker- walked over to you and explained that Austria.. did something to the factory before you left to go to sleep. You didn’t believe it. Such an innocent looking countryhuman with those shiny, brown eyes, it was hard to believe. She showed you the footage.. and it was him hijacking a couple devices and other stuff, for SOME reason. You told her to leave, and she did as so. Austria, well, he obviously looked nervous. Holding onto his clipboard as he cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses a bit

“I- can explain, Mx..”

He walked in front of your table, ready to explain himself to you..